beautiful Manhattan, she called me

she called again : a poem

to ask about something, she said
she couldn’t get it out
articulation being one of her faults
she was angry
there was something she wanted me to do
or not do
it was not clear
i asked again, “what are you asking me to do?”
she started her rant again
each time as if she didn’t hear my question
i was receptive until she started over the 7th time
i hung up
blocked her number
and scratched the inside of my brain for a minute
but she was not worth the consideration
or confusion
resulting from wondering
why she called me
in the first place


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